The First Partner
When I stepped into the bathroom, she was bent at the waist, twisting the shower handle as she dialed in the water temperature. That cinched waistline ran down to a pair of ass cheeks that looked taut enough to bounce something off — and if I looked closely, I could even catch glimpses of the inner flesh I'd been wondering about. Whether she knew I was staring or not, she kept her focus on the water, spraying it across her palm as she fine-tuned the heat.
I want to take her from behind just like this.
How good would it feel to grab those hips with both hands and push straight in? And how would she react? I was still turning that over in my head when she called out to me.
"Oppa, come over here and brush your teeth. I'll wash you."
She squeezed toothpaste onto a disposable toothbrush and held it out. I took it and stepped where she'd indicated, and she sprayed me down with the showerhead. The water was just warm enough — pleasant, nothing I'd want to flinch from.
I was brushing when the spray cut off, and from behind me came the sound of something being squeezed from a bottle. I glanced back. She was working body wash across her own chest and arms.
A wet slap — and then her breasts pressed against my back. The soft give of them, the slick foam of the body wash, registered with startling clarity against my skin. Her arms wrapped around me from behind. A real body towel, the kind you only ever hear about.
The softness of a woman's body against every inch of me had my head spinning — and then her hand reached down and found my cock.
"Why's it so big."
She grumbled as she stroked me, working her hand up and down the way you'd jerk someone off. The touch was better than doing it myself — and yet something about it left me wanting. When I did it alone I gripped harder, stroked rougher. Her hand was nothing but soft. I found myself wishing she'd squeeze tighter. At the same time, my mouth was starting to burn from the toothpaste.
"Let me rinse my mouth real quick."
"Go ahead."
While I rinsed, she turned the shower back on and sprayed me down again. Once my mouth and body were both rinsed clean, she grabbed a towel and started drying me off.
"Uh... aren't you going to wash?"
Watching her skip her own shower and go straight to toweling me off, I couldn't help asking. Honestly, I wanted to wash her too — to run my hands all over that body. But she just gave a little snort of a laugh, like she'd heard it from plenty of clients before.
"You go on out first and I'll wash up and come out. You can touch my body all you want on the bed."
And just like that I was shooed out of the bathroom, skin soft and dry, feeling strangely off-kilter. Standing naked and fully hard in a place I'd never been before, alone, the fact that I'd paid money to come to an OP hit me all over again.
I pushed the feeling down, pulled my burner phone from the coat I'd left on the floor, sprawled out on the wide bed, and opened the Sex Coin app.
So Gaeul is her real name?
The first thing that jumped out was, of course, the name. I'd assumed "Gaeul" on her profile was a stage name — finding out her actual name was Seong Gaeul caught me off guard.
Next, the weight. I remembered the profile I'd seen back at my place listing her weight in the forties, but the app had her at 52 kg. Not that it mattered — there wasn't an ounce of spare flesh on her — but it was surprising that a body like that weighed fifty-two kilos.
And... minus 183?
Her encounter count had clearly tanked the Difficulty. She worked in the sex trade, so it made sense — but the size of the penalty still threw me.
Compared to Lee Jieun, the first person I'd ever looked up — the girl I worked with at the chicken shop? Seong Gaeul was way prettier, and her body was better too. And yet Jieun's Difficulty was over three hundred, while Gaeul's sat at a mere 138.
The numbers themselves told the story. Appearance, figure, popularity — Seong Gaeul beat Jieun across the board. Charm was the one category where Jieun edged her out, for whatever reason, but the gap was tiny. Factor in the Virgin trait and the encounter count, though, and the difference more than doubled.
A click — the door opened, and Seong Gaeul stepped out of the bathroom. She'd washed her body and nothing else, apparently; her hair was dry, her makeup still in place. She came toward me without a stitch on, and I set the phone aside.
While I'd been checking the app, my erection had subsided. My other self lay there meekly — and of course I was sprawled on my back, so it was impossible to miss.
"Oppa, did I keep you waiting? Looks like that little guy got all cute."
She settled across my hips and reached down with her right hand. Her fingers were still a little damp as they stroked me, gentle and unhurried. It felt good — but I couldn't help wanting her to grip harder.
Seong Gaeul worked my cock up and down with her right hand and, at the same time, ducked her head and put her lips to my chest. A wet little suck — she started teasing my nipple with her lips and tongue. It was a sensation I'd never felt before, and it was addictive. The slight slickness of her saliva, the ticklish pull of it, sent a shiver down my spine. No other woman had ever touched me like this.
Damn... that's incredible.
It wasn't the kind of rush that made me feel like I was about to come on the spot. It was better than that — a deeper satisfaction. But lying there doing nothing didn't sit right with me, so I reached up while she worked and took hold of her breasts.
Soft. Those big breasts that had been stealing my eyes this whole time warped and yielded in my grip. My hands were all over them, and still they overflowed — spilling between my fingers, swallowing my palms until it felt like my hands had sunk into her chest. I savored that pliant give, the way they changed shape however I wanted, then shifted my fingers and found the cute little nubs standing out from the softness.
"Nnnh."
A faint moan slipped out of her as I rolled a nipple between my index finger and thumb. Teasing those hard peaks standing up from all that softness was a different flavor entirely from just holding her breasts.
We went on like that — her mouth on my chest, my hands on hers — and before long my cock had finished getting ready, standing as stiff as it had been before.
"Oppa, hold on a second."
I could have stayed like that forever. She had other ideas. She lifted her head, and my hands closed on empty air. The three-way rush — cock, chest, palms — vanished all at once. While I was still riding the aftertaste of it, she sat up and pulled open the drawer of the nightstand. Out came a small square of foil. A condom.
A rip — the wrapper peeled away, revealing a white, translucent condom. She gathered her long hair up with her right hand and lifted the condom to her mouth with her left. The pale line of her neck came into view. I'd never understood people who said they loved the way a woman's neck looked when she put her hair up. I understood it now. There was something there that stole my eyes even more than those full breasts.
Condom between her lips, she reached down with her left hand and gripped the base of my shaft, holding it still. Then she lowered her head. Soft lips and the tight press of latex met the head of my cock, and the sensation traveled down — from the tip all the way to where her hand was holding me — before it stopped.
"Khh—khh... it's too big to do in one go."
She'd tried to take it all the way to the back of her throat and gagged, coughing, eyes a little wet. She finished rolling the condom down the rest of the way with her hand. I'd heard of girls putting a condom on with their mouth. I'd never actually had it done to me.
I just lay there like a log, not saying a word, and she climbed on top of me like she'd done it a hundred times.
So this is what it feels like to be waited on.
Watching her plant her knees on either side of my waist, take my cock in one hand, and line it up with her entrance — a deep, staggering satisfaction rose up through me.
Seong Gaeul's face was the kind that got her hit on in the street as a matter of course. Honestly, she looked more like she belonged on television than walking around in public. And the body that had been hiding under her clothes? Flawless white skin without a single blemish. Natural C-cups that, as I'd just confirmed firsthand, overflowed a man's hand. No abs — but no spare flesh either, a stomach that was nothing but clean lines, and a waist so narrow I felt like I could wrap it with one arm. There wasn't a single thing out of place. It was a perfect body.
A woman this beautiful — the kind of woman I would normally have agonized over just trying to start a conversation with — was holding my cock and about to put it inside herself. This was a sight worth keeping in my memory for the rest of my life.
"Hnh!"
Her tight slit parted and began to swallow the head of my cock, slow and deliberate. It had been a while — I was ridiculously sensitive. The condom might as well not have been there. I could feel the heat, the wetness running down my shaft, all of it vivid and immediate. Warm. Soft. And then the squeeze, that tightening pressure. Pleasure traveled down from the head, riding the length of me.
Holy shit...
The sensation from below was one thing. The visual in front of me was something else entirely. Her head was tipped down, hiding that beautiful face, but her black hair clung to her skin in a way that was almost obscene. Glimpses of white flesh between the strands. Those big breasts, pale-pink nipples standing out from the center of them. Below that, a cute navel — and further down, the place where her most private part and my cock were joined. Seong Gaeul's hips kept sinking, swallowing more and more of me.
"Ahk...! It's deep..."
And then I felt it — the full weight of her settling onto my hips.